It's just another trip to Puerto Rico, Shariah. Nothing is going to happen. And Mom said this festival is going to be fun, not frightening. I don't know why I'm so nervous. God, I hope nothing goes wrong. "You might need some aftershave, Shariah, for self defense." My mom had said to me. And that's something I didn't realize that I would need. I should've just taken the stinking Aftershave. Maybe I would not have my first kiss stolen from some random, masked, tall, light brown eyed, tanned skin, Boricua Guy.